The horror! I know you love him, so I’ll try to get along better with him.
Thank you! Gotta go, but I love you!!! XOXOXO
BRAE:
Love you too, Rory. XOXOXOXO
I smiled as I stuffed my cell phone into my purse, then grabbed my bags. Drake would be waiting downstairs for me. I had no idea why he didn’t want to come up here first, but maybe we had a tight deadline, like a flight or something. That prospect filled me with even more excitement, and I was practically levitating by the time I made it to the lower level, which housed the parking garage.
I had to admit to it being spooky as hell, especially considering it was pitch black outside. I usually spent my nights at the hospital, so I rarely saw this place at this particular time of day. A shiver raced down my spine, but I steeled my resolve and straightened my shoulders.
Not even two minutes later, I saw approaching headlights I assumed were from Drake’s Porsche. I plastered on my cheeriest smile until I realized the vehicle was different. It wasn’t him, so I stepped back toward the curb. The dark colored car came to a stop anyway, and two men got out of it.
I assumed they were simply residents or guests, so I moved out from in front of the door. It wasn’t until one grabbed my bags that I realized they were here for me. “Hey,” I said as the large suitcase handle was ripped from my hand. “What are you doing?”
“Aurora Winslow,” one of the men said, and I nodded. “We were asked to pick you up.”
“By Drake?” I asked. “I thought he was going to pick me up himself. Let me check with?—”
“There’s no time. He asked us to get you for him.”
“Okay, but it’ll only take a minute to confirm that.”
I heard a growl which made me stop and immediately stiffen. “Just get in the car if you expect to see Drake again.”
“Expect to see him again? What are you?—”
The one guy with my bags had already put them in the trunk and opened the backseat door. He motioned with his hand for me to get inside, and remembering what the other had just said about Drake, I was now worried. He’d sounded different, and it had to have been that he’d gotten himself into some sort of trouble. As concern filled me, it overshadowed the wariness I felt in going anywhere with these men. If they could take me to my boyfriend, I had to go.
Reluctantly, I moved over to the car, then slipped inside. There was no one else inside, and these men, while domineering, looked harmless enough. I forced my breaths to stay steady as additional worry over Drake crept in. The men took their seats in the front, then quickly turned around and shot out of the parking garage.
Once out on the street, I cleared my throat. “Where’s Drake? And where are you taking me?”
“That will be revealed later,” the driver said.
His accent was foreign, and he wasn’t someone I’d ever heard before. Something was wrong, and remembering I had my cell phone with me, I slipped it from my purse, then pulled up my latest message from Drake. Before I could even hit the reply button, the man on the passenger side turned in his seat, then quickly grabbed my cell phone and flung it to the front with him.
He then drew me closer by wrapping his hand around my throat. Trying to fight him off, I pushed and scratched at his hands to no avail. Moments later, he stabbed something into the fleshy part of my upper arm, and everything quickly began to spin around me. Everything went blurry, and I was seeing two of him, then nothing but darkness before I succumbed to it.
Waiting on Aurora to wake up was irritating, to say the least. When my men had first brought her here, I’d watched them carry her into the guest suite she’d temporarily call her bedroom. After they’d left the room, I’d leaned against the door jamb and took in the sight of her. Although I had seen her pictures, and had even caught her in passing, she was much more beautiful lying just feet from me.
I normally didn’t meet women this way, but she was no ordinary one. In fact, this wasn’t even supposed to be a sexual conquest, but... the thought of fucking her had crossed my mind more than once, and now seeing her spread out across the bed, I could think of little else. It didn’t help her cause that her hoodie and shirt had ridden up her chest, revealing all the toned, tanned flesh the oversized clothing hid.
And I didn’t want to simply fuck her. The longer I stared, the more I wanted to strip her naked, then mark her gorgeous skin with my handprints. And even my teeth. She was sleeping so peacefully that I found myself becoming entranced with her the longer I stared at the methodical rise and fall of her chest.
I wanted to disrupt that rhythmic peace and cause chaos within her. In fact, I wanted to make her breath hitch and catch in her throat as I thrust my cock deep inside of her. She had a fiancé, so likely not a virgin, which was for the best because I liked my sexual partners to be experienced.
As I pictured sex with Aurora, I wondered whether she’d cry out in pain as I stretched her, then moan in pleasure as I brought her to the edge and sent her careening over it.
“Fuck,” I muttered softly under my breath, before glancing down at my pants.
The very sight of her made me hard. And so far, she’d done nothing more than share the same air as me. Once she awakened, I suspected she’d be fit to be tied, and rightfully so. Her fight and anger would only make me even harder. Knowing that, I turned suddenly and returned to the other room.
After all, I had better places to be and much more interesting things to do than wait on the drugs to wear off, but I did want to make sure that she got settled in before leaving to do any of them. Aurora needed to understand the ground rules, which would make the next step in my plan easier to carry out.
“God knows Cill and King are all over me to do this job right.” I scowled, even more perturbed that they still doubted me after all this time. Ever since I was a boy, I’d done everything asked of me by any elder Brannington, yet during times like this, I felt like the lowest foot soldier in the organization instead of a rightful heir to the throne.
My entire life as I knew it had revolved around the Brannington Empire. Every fucking decision or choice I made in life was balanced against family duty and honor. I’d never been able to live a normal life, and the only saving grace was that normalcy was boring.
